Two days later, it's just enough to rest.

The weather was like the time, with drizzling drizzles. The leaves turned yellow, and a few pieces fell in the thin rain, drawing sad arcs.

Xiang Nuanyang put on a black dress and came to the station with a bag of things. This day of every year is her most painful day, but no one knows and no one cares.

Si Hanyu appeared at the station in sportswear, and it seemed that he was going to exercise. Xiang Nuanyang was in a low mood and just nodded and greeted him.

Si Hanyu stepped forward and asked, "Nanyang, what are you doing?"

He whispered to Nuanyang, "Today is my mother's day of worship, I'll go see her."

Looking at her lost expression, Si Hanyu felt sad, "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Don't go, it's not a good place, I'll go by myself." Xiang Nuanyang originally wanted him to accompany him, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into rejection.

Si Hanyu looked at her eyes and knew what she was thinking, so he said, "Although she was dressed casually, the color was also black and she would not be rude. I'll go with you, but you can pay the fare."

Xiang Nuanyang did not refuse this time. She really hoped that she would no longer be alone on the way to the cemetery.

The cemetery is still a solemn and bleak scene, with few people and many fallen leaves.

It was quiet, and even the sound of falling leaves in the rain could be heard very clearly. Xiang Nuanyang didn’t remember how many times he came here, but she remembered that every time he was in such a heavy mood. On the day her mother passed away, she also lost the elder sister who gave her hope and "new life".

Si Hanyu didn't know what Xiang Nuanyang was thinking, but just kept holding something silently and stayed by her side. The narrow black umbrella enveloped them together. Si Hanyu tried to get closer to her, but she always kept silently distanced.

Walking into the hall, Xiang Nuanyang found the lattice where her mother was. She opened the glass door, took out the furnishings inside, wiped it with a clean towel, and said to herself: "Mom, I'm here to see you. You see, I have a good job, it's very good."

Si Hanyu stood behind her and didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say, and it seemed that nothing was right.

Xiang Nuanyang took out his mother's photo, which was an old group photo.

A girl with two small braids was Xiang Nuanyang, who was a child. She wiped almost no dust, her eyes were so focused, her expression was pious, and tears slowly slid in his eyes.

"Mom, today I bought you a bouquet of calla lilies. Look, how beautiful it is."

As she said that, she put the fake flowers in a glass bottle, "Mom, when I save enough money, I will buy you a cemetery. Actually, I don't want to change the cemetery for you. I want to wait until I get old, write a will and sprinkle our ashes into the sea. You said, if I am gone, who will remember you and who will come to see you..."

As she spoke, Xiang Nuanyang started to cry bitterly. She was sad for herself and for her mother.

On the way back, Si Hanyu grabbed Xiang Nuanyang and said, "Don't be sad, you still have me in the future."

He shook his head at Nuanyang, "Don't put your mind on me, it's not worth it."

A man's figure in front of the gate of the cemetery was holding an umbrella. He was hunched over and held a woman with one hand. He exclaimed at Nuanyang, "That person..."

Si Hanyu looked in the voice and saw that the man had already gotten in the car.

Xiang Nuanyang murmured, "That person looks like Uncle Lu." As he said that, he remembered the day when Aunt Zhang's house caught fire, and the furious Lao Lu and what Teacher Gao told her.

Did Uncle Lu come here to worship his daughter?

I suddenly remembered what the leader said to me that day, and I had time to call you Uncle Lu. No wonder I asked myself to call Uncle Lu.

Si Hanyu asked, "What are you thinking so enchanting?"

Xiang Nuanyang responded: "Do you know how Uncle Lu's daughter died? Do you know why?"

Si Hanyu shook his head, "I don't know very well, but if I know what the name is, I can help me inquire."

Xiang Nuanyang looked up at Si Hanyu, "Can you help me find out?"

"College classmates are more powerful." Si Hanyu said modestly.

"Then can you ask me for someone?" Xiang Nuanyang was energetic and looked at Si Hanyu eagerly, "Can you?"

Si Hanyu naturally would not refuse, "Who is it? It is very important to you?"

"Well! She saved me back then. If it weren't for her, the one in the grid now might be us mother and mother." Xiang Nuanyang said and sighed.

"What's the name?" Si Hanyu asked seriously.

"I don't know what my surname is, but I only know that her nickname is Nuanyang. I lived in Jinshui Yayuan Community fifteen years ago..." Xiang Nuanyang finished speaking, but saw Si Hanyu's eyes lit up. He stared at Xiang Nuanyang, "Jinshui Yayuan?"

Nodding to Nuanyang, "We used to be neighbors, and my sister works in the community. Later, she died in a fire..."

She didn't pay attention. The more she said, the more she was, the more serious Si Hanyu's eyes became. He even trembled slightly, "Have you lived in Jinshui Yayuan before?"

Xiang Nuanyang nodded, "Yes, the house caught fire later, and I moved..." Xiang Nuanyang never thought that after several years, she would talk about what she had happened peacefully.

Si Hanyu swallowed hard, stared at Xiang Nuanyang and asked, "Do you know Dabao?"

Xiang Nuanyang looked at him with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Bao?"

Si Hanyu looked at her steadily, nervously and sweat flowed down from behind his ears, "Well, the children in the community also called him the Great Devil..."

Xiang Nuanyang frowned, "Big Demon King! Why don't you remember?" She pointed at her abdomen, "That big Demon King is really fresh in my memory. If it weren't for him, how could I have such a big scar?"

Si Hanyu suffocated his breath. He didn't dare to speak. He asked cautiously: "Will you hate him if you meet him?"

Xiang Nuanyang shook his head, "I just hope I won't meet again. I have been bullied since I was a child, and I really don't want to see them any longer."

Si Hanyu lowered his head, thought for a long time and asked again: "Did you go to the hospital later for your wound?"

Nodded to Nuanyang, "I've been there, my sister Nuanyang took me there. The doctor said that when I grow up, it may affect my childbirth..."

Si Hanyu never thought that this was the result. He even breathed in a mess. He never thought that the ignorance in his childhood would ruin a girl's life. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't open his mouth. What should he say? What qualifications are there?

Xiang Nuanyang sighed, "But it's nothing, it's not a big deal. I don't plan to get married or have children. This is no big deal. I won't tie my life to men and children like my mother. If I can't have a son, it's my mother who will have to owe the Du family until she dies. I don't want this."
Chapter completed!